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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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